Dao Fruit

Jiedushi Mansion, main hall.

This hall is decorated in an antique style, with two rows of quaint seats, exuding a faint fragrance. There is a picture hanging on the wall with a large Chinese character "武" written on it.

There is a sense of heroism in this word, and every stroke exudes a chilling air.

The word "武" consists of two parts: Zhi Ge. The Ge part is sharp, like a sword drawn by a sword, and the Zhi part exudes a smell that is as stable as a mountain and intimidates one party, as if one man can block the barrier and no one can open it.

In front of the big wall, there are two chairs. Sitting on the left is a middle-aged man with a rugged build and a beard. Although his hair is tied up in a small crown and he is wearing a tailored suit, he still exudes an intimidating dignity.

On the chair on the right, an old man of half a century was sitting, with a calm demeanor. He was holding a cup of tea and taking a sip. His elegant movements diluted the majestic aura of the middle-aged man.

When the old man put down his tea cup, the middle-aged man said, "Mr. Zhao also wants to meet that Confucian scholar?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, I have some impressions of this Qiu Yan. When he was giving a lecture in the post house three days ago, he suddenly fainted and his pulse was weak. Others said he was scared, but I didn't think so. He could penetrate Ma Yang's Dharma Eyes. He is by no means an ordinary person. Since the general invited him here, I just took the exam and learned a few percent of the historian's stuff. "

"That's fine." The middle-aged man nodded and ordered someone to call Qiu Yan.

Not long after, a servant led Qiu Yan across the threshold.

As soon as he walked into the hall, Qiu Yan's eyes were attracted by the words on the wall. He felt the surging spirit from it. If there was substance, his muscles and bones reacted unconsciously. His muscles trembled, his blood surged, and his momentum swelled. Fortunately, he came to his senses in time and had a thought. Press down the strength.

"I was attracted by this calligraphy, and I almost exposed my destiny cultivation."

Qiu Yan was still thinking, when a voice came from above——

"I didn't expect you to actually practice martial arts. You have some attainments, which is rare at your age."

It was the middle-aged man who spoke.

Qiu Yan shifted his gaze from the words to the man and bowed accordingly. Of course he knew the identity of the middle-aged man. There was only one person in the entire Wuxin City who could sit in this position.

Wu Xinjun was the envoy. Song Yuan.

After receiving the gift, Song Yuan said: "Literati have always looked down on martial artists. You seem to have a big goal in practicing literature and martial arts." There was a thorn in his words.

Qiu Yan said: "Among the six arts are archery and martial arts. The pursuit of both civil and military skills is our pursuit." Qiu Yan's reply was neither humble nor arrogant. He looked directly at Song Yuan without the slightest hint of fear or retreat.

"You have some knowledge, and you don't look down on yourself just because of your different status. This is rare." Song Yuan shook his head and smiled, "Sit down."

Qiu Yan sat down as he was told. He raised his eyes and looked at the seat next to Song Yuan, saw the old man's appearance, and recognized him as Zhao Bingcheng, a great scholar of Shu school, who was one of the goals of this trip. However, the latter remained silent and had no intention of greeting Qiu Yan.

At this time, Song Yuan said again: "The reason why I came to you this time. You must also know very well. The young man has learned some boxing and kicking, and has the ideas of the Mohist. When encountering injustice, he draws his sword to help. This is also to divide people. Yes, the consequences of being impulsive are beyond your imagination. Don’t be fooled by some sages’ books and really think that you can educate the world by relying on etiquette!”

As he spoke, he tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, making a thumping sound, creating invisible pressure.

"Everyone knows that I, Song Yuan, suppress one side and make it difficult for the Swamp people to cross the border, but they don't know that it also has a pacifying effect. If I hadn't made good friends with several tribes and used barbarians to control barbarians, how could one city alone suppress a tribe? What about Gloran? Your father is the leader of the Nazaru Tribe, one of the largest tribes of the Marsh people. You provoked him in a moment of anger. If the Nazaru Tribe turns against Dali, I don’t know how many deaths will be caused. You bear such a big responsibility. Can you afford it?”

After speaking, he lowered his voice and his words were thick, giving people a heavy feeling.

After hearing this, Qiu Yan tried to figure out what the other party was thinking, but he couldn't figure it out.

"That's all. Although you need to experience mundane things, there is no need to invest too deeply. Speaking out your thoughts will make things easier for you in the future, eh?"

Qiu Yan was still thinking when a strange aura suddenly enveloped his body, and then the feeling of a reversal of luck came!

"Good guy, what's going on? A turn of luck?"

He was surprised, but Qiu Yan did not panic. A knotted rope flew out of the black hole of the living soul, releasing a calming aura——

Li hexagram sixty-two: Huangli, Yuanji.

As soon as the auspicious hexagram came out, the reverse luck came to a standstill, but the aftermath spread, affecting Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng, giving Qiu Yan a clear understanding.

"As soon as my luck changes, I will immediately offend powerful people. If I let it develop, I will suffer unreasonable disasters. This trend must be stopped!"

At this moment, Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng suddenly became agitated, and their hearts were filled with unknown anger. Their eyes looking at Qiu Yan were immediately mixed with a little anger.

"The two of them have been affected. It's really weird. There is no restriction on me. Otherwise, I would not be able to escape the detection of the gods. Why would my luck be reversed? Where does this conspiracy come from?"

The figure of the Taoist priest just now flashed through his mind, but now was not the time to delve into it. The top priority was to stop the aftermath of the reversal of luck, and to try to leave no traces and prevent extraneous problems.

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Yan continued Song Yuan's words and said: "I have never heard of someone hurting the branches in order to protect the leaves. Although the people in the swamp are a serious problem, the reason why Da Rui can stand up and suppress them is because of their hundreds of powers. With ten thousand strong troops, Jiedushi has an army to ensure stability in the southwestern part of the country. He relies not on his friendship with the Marsh people, but on his soldiers and generals."

When Qiu Yan spoke, he always looked directly at Song Yuan, his eyes were firm, and he was not affected by the pressure at all: "The Prince of the Marsh people is so domineering, it is the soldiers under Jiedushi who are hurt, and the hearts of the soldiers of Wu Xin are cold. Humans are leaves, and soldiers of Wu Xin are branches. I believe Jieduzhi is much clearer than Lao Sheng. "

This sentence of "protecting its leaves but damaging its branches" is not a fabrication by Qiu Yan, but is a sage's words. The full sentence is "Harm China in order to serve the barbarians. Protect its leaves but damage its branches."

As soon as the sage's words came out, a trace of the power of order that had circulated in the world for thousands of years was mobilized, and the aftermath of the fate inspired by Taoism was somewhat dispersed.

"Oh?" Zhao Bingcheng, who was silent, moved his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, as if he was touched.

"What you said seems reasonable, but it is just empty talk. I have been in southern Xinjiang for decades, how can I not know the truth? Training day and night, giving orders, and the three armies obey orders, only then can we have the current situation, maintain balance, and control the people of Binma , Don't be in a hurry, go forward slowly, and don't neglect anything." Song Yuan continued, seeming to be discussing the past and the present with Qiu Yan, but the anger in his eyes became more and more intense.

Qiu Yan did not refute, just said: "The reason why the people in the marsh invade the territory is not due to habit, but because the five streams are barren. Although there are yams and animal skins, there is no food and grass. The people in the marsh are not engaged in production and only know how to plunder. This is the root of the disaster. . A person who is knowledgeable about etiquette does not use etiquette to educate the world, but after enlightenment, everyone will be rewarded for their hard work. When life is worry-free, etiquette will naturally exist, and the world will be governed. "

Cang is honest and knows etiquette, and this is another widely circulated sage's words, which mobilizes more invisible order and finally completely dispels the aftermath of luck.

Upon realizing this, Qiu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then became angry in his heart, targeting the person who was planning the plot. If he hadn't made a prompt decision and just responded to the instructions at this moment, there would have been disaster.

"What you said was taught to you by Ma Yang?"

At this time, the voice of Zhao Bingcheng came from the superior. This Shu scholar finally couldn't help but speak, with a look of surprise on his face: "Didn't Ma Yang advocate the historians' style, and everything must be done with The ancients compared things and believed that the world would be in good health if everything was brought back to normal. How could they make such a statement?

After hearing this, Qiu Yan stood up and bowed his hands to Zhao Bingcheng as a gift: "Lao Xiangguo's historian knowledge has benefited Wansheng a lot. If his horizons are not improved, how can he understand this truth from the book."

"That is to say, this is the truth that you have understood by yourself?" The surprise on Zhao Bingcheng's face did not diminish, but his eyes lit up as he asked further.

"I know the origin of your wealth. I studied with Ma Yang for two years, but I didn't become a disciple. Since you can understand this truth, it shows that you are not just studying. Good! Good! Good!"

Qiu Yan's eyelids twitched, feeling that Zhao Bingcheng's change was too sudden. He only said a few words. Even though the idea was novel, it would not make a great scholar so excited.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

On the other hand, Zhao Bingcheng called out three good words in a row, which made Song Yuan frown. He was about to scold Qiu Yan and give him a slight beating, but Zhao Bingcheng praised him so much that Song Yuan wanted to say it later. These harsh words were obviously inappropriate, but the unknown anger in his heart disappeared.

Zhao Bingcheng also realized this, smiled at Song Yuan, and said: "Old man Wang, the man from the swamp, has also seen him. He is unruly, but he still understands things. It just so happens that Qian'er is holding a cultural conference tonight, so we might as well Then Xiao Wang invites me to make peace with you and let go of grudges with a smile."

"Since sir, you have this intention, what else can I say, but I just let this kid get away with it." Song Yuan pointed at Qiu Yan, and there was a hint of elder versus junior in his words, which made Qiu Yan even more confused. The other party plans.

But before he could think deeply, he was interrupted by Zhao Bingcheng's series of questions.

"The inspiration you got from Ma Yang's theory means that you disagree with Ma Yang's ideas. You might as well say it and let me listen. Maybe I can give you some pointers."

When Zhao Bingcheng spoke, his cloudy old eyes showed urgency, and his whole body exuded excitement.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Yan couldn't guess the reason.

"I'm sorry that this old Confucian and Lao Xiangguo had an academic dispute. He found some clues in my words, so he offered to help. What he said was good. He didn't praise me, but felt that he had caught the old Xiangguo's sore foot."

After thinking about it, the old man and the young man started chatting, but while Qiu Yan was talking, he let go of his senses and explored in secret.

Time passed, and when Qiu Yan returned to the post house, it was already getting late.

However, when he walked into the post house, the two Confucian scholars not far away widened their eyes and looked like they had seen a ghost. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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